He levered his powerful body over hers, supporting himself with his arms, and devoted all his attention to her full breasts, stroking them with his tongue, sucking the nipples into his mouth, arousing her until she wanted to cry out for satisfaction.
When his head moved inexorably down, so that his exploration of her body could be complete, she thought that she might faint with the intense pleasure of it.
He parted her willing thighs, then after a few teasing nuzzles into the soft down of her hair, he buried his face against her and she gave a little cry of ecstasy as his tongue found its spot and pressed on it in small flicking motions.
Her body seemed to be moving of its own accord. How could she ever have worried that she wouldn’t know what to do? She raised her hips and curled her fingers into his hair, pushing him down against her, writhing to accommodate his mouth. With wanton lack of inhibition, she rolled the palms of her hands over her nipples, stimulating them, while the lower half of her body continued to do its amazing, erotic dance.
He wasn’t about to give her the isolated satisfaction of an orgasm now, though. He could feel mounting need, but before it crested he pulled away, and replaced his mouth with his own fullness, inserting himself gently; after a moment of rigidity, she bucked frantically against him, taking him in and panting as they both came to a shuddering climax.
There was no embarrassment when he eased himself off her and lay next to her, propping himself up on his elbows so that he could inspect her flushed, satisfied face.
Destiny had never felt so free in her life before. Some measure of reason was beginning to set in, but she felt no regrets. Just complete and utter joy that her first act of lovemaking had been with the man she loved. Never mind that he wasn’t aware of the fact and never would be. In her own head, and in her heart, she’d not betrayed herself.
‘That was…’ she said drowsily, searching for just the right word, ‘…exquisite.’
‘Ditto…’ He kissed the tip of her nose.
‘Don’t fib,’ she chastised teasingly. ‘I didn’t do anything…’
‘How can you say that? The proof of what you did was right in front of your eyes! Not to mention in other parts as well…’ He gave a slow, sexy chuckle. ‘And, in a very short while, there’ll be more ample proof of what you do to me clamouring for a bit more of the same…’
‘Will there?’ Her green eyes widening innocently. ‘Or are you just saying that to make me feel good…?’
‘Of course, I do want you to feel good—’ he stroked her legs then dipped his fingers to slide gracefully over her wetness ‘—and I think I’ve succeeded…but I think my little beauty needs a rest before…we rediscover each other’s bodies…’
‘Never mind a rest…I could do with a shower. Would it be all right if I had one?’
‘Only if it would be all right if I joined you…’
Later, fresh after a shower which had taken much longer than any of the showers she’d ever had on the compound, due to a mutual lack of conviction that getting out was the object of the exercise, they found themselves back in the kitchen and confronting the forgotten pile of unwashed dishes.
With a bit of imagination, Destiny found that she could create her own little bubble, in which this wonderful domesticity, alongside the man she loved, would be long-lasting. He washed the dishes while she dried them, and their conversation was lazy, relaxed, teasing and utterly unlike what she would have imagined having with this man only weeks previously.
Whoever said that love needed time to flourish? And with all the right environmental conditions? It was more like a weed, capable of sprouting forth in the most hostile of places and, once sprouted, of growing with rapid and tenacious speed.
‘I guess I’d better be getting back home,’ she said reluctantly, when all the dishes were dried. She neatly placed the cloth over the rail of the Aga and felt him move up behind her until his hands were on her waist and his chin nestled against the crook of her shoulder.
‘Why?’
‘Why what? Why should I leave?’
‘Why should you leave?’ he murmured provocatively. ‘When there’s so much left for us to do…? Bit difficult to make love when we’re miles apart, isn’t it? And I’ve never been much of a fan of telephone sex… Always seemed like a recipe for frustration to me, although it has to be said that getting dirty down the end of line might have a few attractions…’ He slipped his hand underneath the shirt she had borrowed from him and cupped one of her breasts, jiggling it so that it bounced gently against his palm. ‘I love your nipples. They’re so…’ He nibbled her earlobe, sending little shivers of delight racing down her spine, and she leant languorously back against him.